The window is closed,
The door is on fire.
how was I supposed
To know that you're liar?

You tell that you're victim,
but vicyim is love.
And flash light is blinking
In skies, high above...

So here comes the thunder,
Here comes the night;
I'm loosing you under
The rain. But I've tried

To hold your sweet hands
In mine one more night;
But everything ends,
Tears sparkle so bright...

Who made us believe,
That we are the same?
We're different, dear,
Like unknown and fame.

So I've closed the window,
I've closed the door,
I've burnt my wet pillow
And myself... That's all.